#brad pitt x teen!reader

[bradpittwh0re]

moodboard - brad pitt x highschool!reader

[chuckie-t]

I'll take the BCC dare if you like lol. So Yuta x reader prompt "this is the guy?" When he finds out the reader has a crush on Regal that she never told him about??

i enjoyed writing this so much i gave myself so many giggles, i love requests like these

"This is the guy?" // W.YUTA

pairing - wheeler yuta x gn!reader

warnings - slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing to write home about, swearing

"hey babe", your boyfriends voice sounded from in front of you, "you were a wrestling fan when you were younger right?"

You raised a brow. He knew that you were, after all you worked for AEW just like he did and this was hardly a profession someone just fell into. So you knew full well there was an underlying meaning to this question.

"yes... why do you ask?"

"did you ever have a crush on anyone? like a school girl/boy type thing?"

You felt your face warm up and held a cold hand to your cheek. Of course he would ask that. Maybe he noticed? No, he couldn't have. You had a thing for William Regal since you were a teen but it was a silly, brad pitt-esque crush and you knew nothing would come from it - nor did you really want it to. But wow, if the presence of the man didn't still fluster you. It was safe to say everyone had assumed you were star struck and, to an extent, you were.

So when your boyfriend started working with him, you couldn't believe it. It was very much a mix of nerves and excitement but also pride for your partner and all he had accomplished. Sure, Mr Regal was attractive when you were younger but you were in love with Wheeler.

"yes."

"You gonna elaborate on that babe or?"

"nope."

The dark haired man chuckled at you and continued to drink his coffee. You were sat in catering, both of you in workout gear as you had a while till the beginning of dynamite. Since he had joined the BCC, Wheelers confidence had really gone up and it was attractive, to say the least. Underneath it all, he was still your same dorky Wheeler and thats how you fell for him so you wouldn't have him any other way. Still, you could appreciate a man that can handle himself.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at you comically.

"I'll get it out of you at some point" he teased

"mhmm yeah, you do that babe"

You raised your eyebrows at him and turned back to your food, hoping it would hide any suspicious look you might've been sporting.

Of course, Wheeler hadn't actually been working with him that long and you, despite the fact you were his partner, had never actually met Mr Regal. Lord knows how you would've fallen over yourself if you had.

You could still feel Wheeler's eyes on you, staring a hole in the side of your head. Looking up at him with a raised brow, sandwiched half to your mouth, you gave him a look as if to say 'what?'

He shrugged... helpful.

"You're not dropping this are you?" you groaned, dropping your food back on to your plate for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight.

"not a chance, it has to be someone here right? otherwise you'd tell me"

There was not a chance he was letting this go. Honestly, if it were any other man you would've resigned yourself and given in to your boyfriends questioning but this was far too embarrassing for you to admit to him. Especially if it had even the slightest chance of getting around to the other members of the Blackpool Combat Club. The ribbing you would get from Mox would be painful enough, let alone the sheer mortification of William Regal himself knowing about your childhood crush on him.

Your silence gave Wheeler all the answer he needed, he grinned to himself, laying a hand on your upper arm.

"this? is golden" he smiled, a big cheesy grin that you would've adored in any other situation but right now wanted nothing more than to slap it off of his face.

Pursing your lips, you decided a façade was better than folding by a country mile.

"uh huh, okay pretty boy and do report back to me when you figure that one out"

And with that you returned to your neglected sandwich, letting your partner know that this conversation was over, at least for now.

-

it had been two days since your conversation and you and your darling boyfriend were currently in the gym, him lifting weights and you panting on an adjacent bench. The room was empty apart from you, only you two were crazy enough to be doing this kinda stuff at the hour you were anyway.

"so" you heard a a voice ring from next to you, "is it jeff?"

Huffing, you turned to stare at him.

"is what jeff?"

"your crush-"

"oh my god you're still on this"

He burst into breathless laughter and set the bar in his hands down, rubbing his palms against the black of his gym shorts. It was unbelievable to you how such a gorgeous man could be such a moron sometimes but oh well, that's Wheeler Yuta for you.

"come onnn y/n, he's athletic and handsome" he spoke through puffs of air, "plus he spent most of his wwe days in fishnets"

You felt a sharp elbow nudge your side playfully at the last part of his sentence and opened your eyes to raise an eyebrow at him once more. Something you found yourself doing a lot at his shenanigans lately.

"you sure you're not the one with the crush here?"

He shrugged, putting his thumb and finger below his chin in as if taking your words into account.

"maybe so, those cargo pants did wonders for his ass"

You let out a snort and chucked your towel at him, damp fabric hitting his face just as he burst into another peal of laughter.

"no, dumbass, it was not Jeff Hardy" you thought for a bit, "okay he's hot but not specifically who we're talking about"

He offered you a hand and you pulled on it until you were standing chest-to-chest with him. Smiling, you leaned in close, even after exercising he had this... Wheeler Yuta smell about him. It was soft like cotton and gentle on the nose with a natural scent from remainder of his cologne. It was nice, safe even. Smiling gently, you leant up to plant a kiss on his mouth, lingering slightly.

"are you ever gonna tell me?" he whispered against your lips, hands encircling your waist.

"hmm let me think on it... nope"

and with that you ran out of the gym room, your companions laughter echoing off the corridor as he followed you into the showers. -

Two days turned into two weeks of never ending quizzes and not quite satisfactory answers. Wheeler had tried everyone he could possibly think of that had worked or was working in AEW that you could've watched when you were younger.

"hmm, Christian?"

"No, he's not bad looking though"

"chris jericho"

You stared blankly at him.

"okay, point taken" he winced, "ooh Sting?"

"Not quite honey, almost though"

A couple pairs of footsteps echoed down the hall towards where you were sitting in catering and you both looked up to see Mox and Bryan, along with a slightly disgruntled looking Eddie Kingston.

Smiling, you nodded towards the other two and looked up at Eddie.

"hey Ed's"

He grinned back at you, patting you on the head slightly before parking himself next to the other two, across the table from you and Wheeler. He was like an older brother to you since you joined AEW in it's early days and you were very close with him and Mox - both having acted like mentors in the couple years you had worked together.

"Oh my god it's not Eddie is it?"

You scowled, turning to your boyfriend just so you could slap his arm gently.

"no you dumbass, of course it's not, how could i have watched him when I was younger?"

He pouted, rubbing his arm.

"okay just a guess, you're so mean" he said, dragging out as many pity points as he could.

Rolling your eyes, yet again, you planted your lips on his cheek, much to the chagrin of your company. Mox grunted a question from across the table.

"is Eddie what?"

Your face warmed.

"it's nothing, isn't that right babe?" you glared at your boyfriend, who already had a cheeky smile on his face.

Fuck.

"y/n here had a crush on a wrestler we work with growing up and i'm trying to figure out who it is"

Groaning, you slammed your head on the table.

You heard the familiar chuckle of Bryan and Mox as well as Eddie's all too noticeable cackle.

"will you guys shut up pretty soon the entire roster will be on my case" you groaned onto the cool metal of the table beneath your face.

This? you were truly never going to here the end of. Yoots? bad in his own right. But Jon and Eddie? that was a whole other shit show. You had been the butt end of enough of their ribs in the past few years to be well aware of that fact. Mr 'American dragon' was mostly unknown territory to you but with how close you seemed to be getting, you could safely assume you were in for the same sort of stuff.

"nah c'mon kid, who'd you have the hots for then?"

Groaning against the table, you stuck your middle finger up in what you hoped was Eddie's general direction, only serving to earn yourself even louder cackles.

"Aww, it's not so bad, I married my wrestling crush" Bryan

Yuta's flustered "hey" from next to you succeeded in making you lift your head, grinning at the man in front of you. At least someone was on your side.

"hm... Matt Hardy?"

"Not you too" you wailed, much to the entertainment of all three guys around you.

"nono they seem more like a Jeff kinda person"

"Nope!" wheeler chimed in, "already asked that"

"what about Punk?"

The table went silent.

"you've got to be shitting me" you whispered.

Reluctantly opening your eyes, you looked at the three of them. They were all in different stages of trying to not burst into laughter at your situation and therefore fed up face. It was clear from the way Eddie and Mox was looking at you that they genuinely thought you were going to say yes to that suggestion.

"what, no!" you exclaimed, once again being surrounded by hyena-like laughter from your lovely company.

"Oh come on now lads" a British accent rang from the doorway.

You froze.

"leave the poor girl/boy/person alone to eat their food you vultures"

There he was, in all his three-piece-suit glory. The man himself, your childhood crush, William Regal. Of course you had met by now but briefly and in only short conversation. This? a completely different ball park, especially with the conversation you were just having.

You swallowed, nodding at the man and then returning swiftly to your position, face down on the table.

"did you uh, hear our conversation?" Wheeler gently posed the question to his mentor.

"No, I choose not to earwig on whatever things you might get up to, Mr Yuta"

"y/n... you good?" asked Bryan from above you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide as if trying to communicate for him to please not tell Yuta or Regal was was evident on your face. He pursed his lips, evidently trying not to laugh, you looked at Jon who was doing something much similar.

Eddie broke first.

A little squeaking noise of his laugh escaping his lips. Just that one noise and all three of them were off, chortling like middle age men in a pub. Once again, you died of embarrassment and head butted the table.

"oh my god" you heard Wheeler's voice ring next to you, in a horrified sound of recognition.

"him?" he asked, incredulously, "this is the guy?"

You peered at him from beneath the cave you had made with your arms, nodding sheepishly.

"This is golden" wheezed Eddie from accross the table.

Mr Regal looked on in confusion, brows furrowed at his usually very well put together team. After a few seconds of staring, he sighed, muttered something about coffee and left the room.

Once he had gone, the mess that was the three roaring men across from you and the one, very shocked boyfriend next to you, finally quieted.

"so... Regal?"

"Eddie" you muttered, "i'm going to kill you now"

Wheeler had just the right speed of reflex to catch you before you launched yourself accross the table at your friend, who was once again cackling like a mad man.

-

Later that night you were snuggling in bed with Wheeler, head laid on his chest as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep.

"hey y/n?"

you hummed.

"you would never leave me for Regal right?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. Chuckling, you sat up slightly and looked at your boyfriend. The low light of the hotel lamp reflected off of his dark eyes and the soft glow made his tan skin look almost angelic. A beautiful person to behold, and one you couldn't believe was yours in the first place. How lucky you felt.

"absolutely not, I have everything I need right here"

You leant forward, sliding your lips against his in a slightly risqué display of your loyalty. Large hands came to rest at your hips, pulling them closer to his and setting your stomach alight. You smirked against his mouth, opening your eyes to stare into his lustfully.

"besides" you teased, dragging a finger up his chest. "he is married after all"

"oh that's it"

A giggle escaped you as you were flipped onto the bed. A head of dark hair entered your vision as he jokingly buried his face in your neck, planting wet, ticklish kisses there.

Yeah, you had everything you needed.

i enjoyed this so much, i live for BCC & co requests, requests are open by the way!

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Please make some requests about any of these people and is someone you want to request who isn’t on here still feel free to do so and I might be able to write it!!!

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[rachelthompsonauthor]

The past two quarantine months have been like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my lifetime, and I turned 56 in January. So rather than regurgitate what you’ve likely read in the news or on social media, I’ve decided to share how I’ve spent my time these past two months along with random thoughts. I hope you’ll continue along with me as I share what I’m doing each week.

Books

Oh, how I’ve missed reading! With my business so insanely busy (for which I’m truly grateful) these past few years, I’ve barely had time to read little more than Slack, emails, texts, and social media updates. Not exactly satisfying for this lifelong, avid reader. This quarantine has allowed me a little bit of extra time, which I’ve put to good use.

In no particular order, here’s what I’ve read: 

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow is fantastic. Read it in one sitting because I didn’t want any of the details of this lacy, incredibly intricate work to fade. I highly recommend it. A mix of fantasy, drama, and a love story (because in the end, aren’t all stories love stories?), anyone with a working brain will love this novel.

  Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng is also superb. I’d heard about this book for a while, yet only got around to it because it’s also now a mini-series on Hulu (which I watched afterward – also very good, though the character arcs and the plot changed in crucial, at times startling, ways).

Curious if you’ve read the book and watched the series, what your thoughts are? I could write an entire post about it, yet I’ll only share this…

As a child, my parents hire a housekeeper. My folks both work full-time and we are not in any way rich or well-off. Neither of my folks has college degrees – Dad is an assistant manager at a chain drugstore and Mom has just completed x-ray tech school and works nights at San Bernardino County Hospital. We live in a small house on a long street in the smoggy Inland Empire of California.

There are two of us, my older sister and me. Then my mom gets pregnant when I’m nine and has my baby sister when I’m ten. My folks advertise for a housekeeper and Miss Louise answers. She’s African American and willing to work for the little they can pay her. She smokes a lot (outside only, so as “not to hurt the babies”), insists on wearing a uniform though my mom tells her it isn’t necessary and comes looking for us in her big old white Caddy if we aren’t home from school exactly 20 minutes after it lets out.

(Miss Louise’s husband’s name is George. If you are alive in the 70s and watch The Jeffersons, you understand why this is an endless source of amusement to my sister Caren and me.)

Being that young, neither Caren nor I understand what privilege means. We didn’t get whatever we wanted because my parents are always strapped, yet there is food on the table, and the lights are always on. Except for the occasional venture to Disneyland or Knott’s Berry Farm that one time (mom hated it), our vacations consist of driving to visit our Zayde (great-grandfather) in a nursing home in Santa Cruz, or some other relatives we don’t know somewhere in L.A. (I remember one great-aunt who drank. A lot.) We’d always stop at Cantor’s for a soup and sandwich (the highlight for us), and be back on the road. We don’t mind because it is anywhere but home.

Anyway – my entire point is that in Little Fires Everywhere – the show – Kerry Washington’s Mia is an artist who takes a maid job with Reese Witherspoon’s Elena Richardson’s family to keep an eye on her daughter Pearl, who is quite taken with the teenage Richardson clan. The racial and financial dichotomy is blatantly obvious: a rich family who’s seemingly got it all vs. a seemingly poor black single mother, which adds to the ‘fires’ mentioned in the title.

The book really made me think about my own privilege and despite how well my folks treated Louise, and how much we loved her, and she us, there would always be that wall. Granted, it was a business arrangement and my folks paid her for her services, and in truth, anyone could’ve answered the housekeeping ad. The fact that she was African American and we were white created a racial divide that’s undeniable.

The third book I read is Certain Cure by Jennifer Valoppi, also excellent. It’s the first in a series (parts two and three aren’t out yet, darn it). The novel chronicles the life of three generations of the Cummings family; Claire, a woman in her 70s who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, Helene, her television journalist daughter and Justin, the teenage grandson whose adoration of his “Grams” leads him to discover the dark secret behind the miracle technology that is not only curing Claire of her cancer but tempting his mother with eternal youth, as traditional medical industries wage war against the mysterious doctor from China who threatens them all.

I had no idea what to expect with this one, and I’m glad I read it. Valoppi is a former TV journalist from NYC so she knows her stuff. I’m not particularly religious (or scientific), yet I didn’t find either the science or religious stuff bogged me down.  Fascinating read. I highly recommend it.

Movies and Shows

Gosh, so many. With four of us in the house (and two teens), it’s worth it to me to pay for Hulu and Netflix, Amazon Prime Video comes with my Amazon Prime membership already, plus my internet plan comes with AT&T Direct, Showtime, HBO, and other premium channels. For the amount of entertainment, it’s worth the money.

I watch movies and shows on my iPad at night, once I’m finally off my computer. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like a super loud TV with stereo surround-sound barking at me after a long day of noise and stress. So I go upstairs to my cozy bed, surround myself with blankets and pillows and cats, and snuggle in for a few hours to watch a movie or a few episodes of something I enjoy.

Another note: not a big ‘reality TV’ watcher, mostly because, as a writer, I prefer well-written shows. I also don’t like the negativity and yelling normally associated with those shows. That said, I do watch Vanderpump Rules (on Bravo) with my daughter (age 20). We bond.

Shows

Here’s what I’ve binged these past few quarantine months, show-wise (no links because you can Google):

Ray Donovan – ggggggreat! Heard it was wonderful, yet truly had no idea how awesome. Liev Schrieber is captivating as Ray. Flawed, human, sad, and, in case you don’t know, a childhood sexual abuse survivor (church abuse). I had no idea going in this would be a theme of the show, yet it was handled with care and truth. The entire supporting cast is also amazing. Every season is great. Watch it all. I hated to see it end.

Homeland – the first four or so seasons were mesmerizing. Then, I got bored. This last season had me falling asleep and then WHAM! that ending. Worth it.

Hunters – Good, not fantastically great. The twist in the last episode will get you, though.

Upload – Loved it! Thought it would be silliness (and in some places, it was, but that’s okay – we need a little silliness right now). Had a ton of heart which I love.

Bosch – come on, it’s Titus Welliver. He’s fantastic. This last season didn’t draw me in as much as the entire rest of the series, though. You?

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel – terrific, all of it. Every season, every episode, every character.

Tales From The Loop – amazing. Anything having to do with time-travel or the bending of time, I’m a total sucker for. This hurt my brain in a good way.

The Feed – weird but good and thought-provoking.

Dark – by far, my favorite show year. A German show dubbed in English (you get used to it – don’t let that scare you off), this time-bending, decade-moving hit show spans two seasons and every episode is worth watching. And the music – my god. Amazing. Here’s a Spotify playlist link.

Movies

Parasite – thought-provoking. Took a while to get into it and then boom! It just goes full-on insanity. Well-written, well-acted, and the message of the movie is just, wow. No spoilers in case you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.

Hustlers – loved it. Whatever issues people have with strip clubs and ‘dancers,’ get over it. These girls are amazingly talented, are in amazing shape, and work hard to make money for their families. What I loved the most about the movie is that it’s all about the women; the men are only there as a plot device. It’s a movie entirely shot through the ‘female gaze’ (though of course, men will enjoy the dance scenes which are sexy, yet not unclothed). How many movies can say that?

Memento – I think I’m probably one of the few people who had never seen this neo-noir psychological thriller starring Guy Pearce looking like Brad Pitt (who was originally considered for the role). It was great, I think? LOL. My brain still hurts.

Call Me By Your Name – Lovely, sad, gorgeous. (And I will not make a juvenile peach joke.) And the music! Oh, my.

Zombieland – I hate zombies, I hate horror movies. I hate gore and squishy sounds. This movie was cute. (Not ready for the sequel, yet.)

Music

As mentioned above, the music in Dark sent me off on a ‘who are these talented musicians?’ lark. I’ve discovered so many. Here is who I’m listening to right now (all free on Spotify) and links provided here:

Apparat (you’ll recognize the opening theme of Dark and stay for the rest).

Agnes Obel – wondrous. I’ve played her entire catalog repeatedly since discovering her music on Dark. She’s become a commercial favorite as well now. Familiar is the song used in the show that’s received the most play.

Alev Lanz – otherworldly. I’ve not heard anyone like her. Her songs on the Dark soundtrack and Black Mirror are what she’s most noted for (May The Angels, and Fall Into Me, respectively), however, I love all of her work. Her harmonies are like nothing else. One song is layered with her voice and African throat singers – it’s gorgeous (May The Angels). She’s active on Twitter and we’ve interacted a few times. She’s beautifully transparent about her love of music and it shows in all her work.

Patrick Watson – I heard this song, Good Morning Mr. Wolf, on the Ray Donovan soundtrack and immediately clicked my SoundHound app. Who is this talented being? This song, in particular, sounds so large and cinematic – I wondered – is he is a film composer? (yes). A band? (yes). And so much more. I cannot get enough of all of his music, and still, I play this one song on repeat – repeatedly.

London Grammar – I discovered this band a few years ago and still adore them. Strong is still my favorite song, though Rooting For You is a close second. Hannah Reid’s vocals are big and beautiful.

Hilary Woods – ethereal and lovely. Especially the song Kith.

Sufjan Stevens – many of us just discovered him from the movie Call Me By Your Name soundscore, however, he’s been a working musician since the early 2000s. Talented beyond.

I could go on and on, but I’ll stop here. I made a Female Rockers list on Spotify which you’re welcome to.

Thoughts on Quarantine

My Business

Living in California, I’ve barely left the house in two months, with the exception of going to the pharmacy for meds or for the occasional physician appointment for me or the kids, because of the quarantine restrictions in place. And I’m okay with that.

I’m fortunate that my business is primarily online-only: I work with authors and small businesses on their branding, marketing, and promotion, so given that all real-life events are off the table, I’ve been quite busy working with my clients to ensure their products and services are still viable.

This doesn’t mean I don’t need help as a small business. I applied for an SBA loan and couldn’t even get onto the website the first time – it was pretty ridiculous – like the end scene in Beetlejuice. You all know who those first small business loans went to, right? Not small-potatoes people like me. So the second time around, it went much smoother, and I’m grateful to have received a small loan which will definitely help me keep going with rent, insurance, and other expenses.

I still did my annual non-profit initiative for writers, NaNoProMo (National Novel Promotion Month) this year over on my business site, BadRedhead Media, yet only for two weeks instead of the entire month. Daily blog posts from experts on everything publishing-related plus amazing giveaways. It’s always exhausting, yet I find enormous gratification in helping writers.

This year, however, getting writers to comment to win amazing, FREE giveaways was like pushing a house up a hill. I get it – people are focused on putting food on the table instead of commenting on blog posts, even if the giveaways were worth $500. That’s why I wanted to do this initiative this year – to help writers who are in a jam – yet only a smattering of writers participated.

I’m seriously rethinking if I want to do it next year given the financial cost as well as the personal toll. My first therapist, who I started seeing after I gave birth to my daughter Anya (I was terrified to leave her to go back to work, given my history with childhood sexual abuse), gave me this tip whenever I had trouble deciding whether to do something:

“If you ever aren’t sure if you should do something, ask yourself this question: Is this good for Rachel? If the answer is yes, do it. If the answer is no, don’t. It really is that simple.”

Self-care, y’all.

Social Media

I’ve stopped interacting with the crazies on social media (and who knows, maybe you’re one of them so truly, no offense), but I’d rather stay safe and keep my family safe by working exclusively at home – which I mostly do anyway – than venture back into face-to-face meetings with clients. I support four people with my business and if something happens to me, four people are doomed.

So the answer is simple to me: stay home, work from home, and don’t risk dying from this virus.

I don’t buy into any of this ridiculous conspiracy crap. Sorry, not sorry. You can if you want to. Spending time arguing with people online about it takes away time from my business, my kids, my guy, and my own sanity. Speaking of which…

Mental Health

There were a few mix-ups with my meds when this all started, and I couldn’t get my prescriptions filled and delivered before I ran out, so I ended up having about a week of insomnia which I’ve never had to deal with. I was a zombie (the non-squishy kind) and it sucked.

If you have insomnia, I’m sorry. I feel for you.

It’s all straightened out now, thank goodness. My son Lukas and I donned our masks and drove to the local CVS the other day because I couldn’t wait two days for my meds to be delivered. It felt like walking into a dystopian future walking in there: everyone in masks, tape six feet apart for the waiting line, plexiglass between us and the cashiers.

I’m thankful for these measures, of course, and wonder how long we’ll need them, or if this is our new normal?

My Writing

I finished the final edits on Broken People and sent it back to my editor. She’s had some health issues, so the delay is understandable. To be honest, I’m not in a huge hurry to launch a new book right now. Here are the questions that run through my mind:

Do people have money to purchase a new book?

If they do, will they want to read my new book?

If they do want to read my new book, will they take the money they do have to read mine, and then review it?

Does it even matter in the grand scheme of life? 

I’m an author just like any author – I want to get my work out there so people can read it, engage with it, connect with me. I hope they’ll like it, feel something, reflect on their own lives, learn something new, particularly about being a childhood sexual abuse survivor. It’s a weird limbo to be in right now.

Our New Normal

This phrase is bandied about quite a lot yet let’s face it: it’s life as we know it, now. The anxiety is real, too. I haven’t hugged or kissed my elderly parents who live two miles away in two months. I bring them toilet paper and cookies from our favorite bakery (drive up and trunk drop off, pay online only) and drop it on their porch.

All these scenarios run through my mind: If I go to do this, what happens if? I know I’m not the only one. And yet, we can’t predict anything. So I sit here, writing this post, safe inside my little house bubble, grateful I can pay my rent, put food on the table (delivered by Instacart, thankfully), and everyone around me is healthy.

What’s your new normal? What have you been reading, watching, and listening to? If you’ve stuck it out this far, I thank you. Would love to hear your comments! Safe hugs, y’all. 

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Read more about Rachel’s experiences in the award-winning book, Broken Pieces.

She goes into more detail about living with PTSD and realizing the effects of how being a survivor affected her life in

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 dating teen brad pitt would include be ...

summary: how you and brad are in high school

pairings brad pitt x highschool!reader

warnings: fluff , cute school interactions

You and Brad have been high school sweethearts since sophomore year but before that you guys were just acquaintances . 

Brad is quite outgoing, he is the captain of the schools basketball team and likes casual hookups and flings.

In stark contrast Y/N was a homebody who likes reading and watching people from afar.

A towering shadow suddenly appears in front of Y/N while she completes her AP Lang work one day during her study period.

“h-hey your Y/N right , um i was just wondering if you could help me with the chemistry homework cause you get the best grades in entire class“ Brad asked clumsily. ”yeah no problem what do need help with in particular.“ 

Brad pulled up a seat next to you, and while you helped him with the homework, you two struck up a conversation and discovered that you had a lot in common. He has actually been noticing you around school and just did that to approach you because he knew you wouldn't swoon over him as other girls do.

Following that, you two began exchanging brief glances or conversations in the hallway. He finally asked you out with all of his courage, which isn’t typical of him, and to his astonishment, you accepted.

Your guys' first date was at a diner with a 60s vibe, and it was really romantic because you guys were both new to it.

You two had to do everything together, from thrifting to walking home from school, since you were inseparable.

Brad would wait outside of your student council meetings for you and you would do the same at his basketball practices.

Through dragging you to parties that you claimed you didn't like but actually you really enjoyed, he helped you come out of your shell more.

His guilty pleasure is watching you wearing his clothes.

Brad has an obsession with  touching you.

He always has his hand on you whether that be on your back pocket, his hand on your lower back, his hand on your thigh, or his arm around your waist.

He enjoys displaying you because he knows you are his

You love running your fingers through his hair because it helps to calm him.

Brad resting his head in-between your thighs.

Must facetime daily.

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author note - I made this a long time ago, I finally felt confident enough to upload it. I hope you enjoy it, and please comment if you would want a part two(more nsfw).